Words Speak Gallery (18+)

Poem(s) of the Week

Week of: July 11, 2016

-Conspiracy Of The Clocks-

Don’t we feel as if those clocks
That stand in solitaire are soliciting tragic
Events of innocent mortals by striking
Sounds of bone clocks and bell tolls?
But we humans, with stitches on mouths
We dance like puppets to the inaudible
Humming tones sung by the ghost within
Us and with a blind aging mind we start
Dwelling in possibilities with couths.
The more we ask “what now?”, the only
Reply it gives “Hold on, if only”. And then
Again we become victims to the
Silent conspiracies of the clocks as
We wait for a star to fall despite having
Choices of doors already waiting & longing
From the faraway for us to call.

-Clairvoyant Kinesics-

It was 3AM I suppose, or to be precise
A complete hour of sleeplessness and
I was walking behind or rather following
The footsteps of that decrepit old body.
Her hoary head signified semaphores,
Illuminating and reflecting a way onward,
Onward to a curvilineal farness.
Her bent shuffled maneuvers were like
The surges of the tides that rise and
Culminate on the shore becoming arches
And while I was at the verge of losing myself
Amidst the labyrinth of her creased
And sagged skin
I realized that it was me.
It was kinesics with my distant aged self.

I just traveled
Through the furrowed copious vacuum
Of clairvoyance created in my mind.

Comments:

I simply adore your writing Nayanika and am honored to have you here as our first poetess on our Chronicle of a Lone Sheep family blog! Thank you for your contribution to the site – you have made it all the more beautiful. 🙂

Nayanika Dey

The pleasure is all mine, ma’am. To come across people like you is a blessings. To be serious and frank, your write-ups really inspire. Thanks to you.

I feel good to see a young poet with immense potential and understanding of things as the first poet to be posted on the blogs ‘words speak Gallery (18+). Besides, her bio gives a little glimpse into her personality. Her ‘conspiracy of the clocks’ is what I normally term as a ‘trap of yesterday’. We all know there cannot be a today if there was no yesterday because present is the effect of the cause, past. But in reality is it so or haven’t we, by letting the cause continue to cause it effect and in turn become cause for yet another effect and so on and on, reinforcing this ‘connect’, rather than breaking this relentless chain? Haven’t we let yesterday lay a trap and live us in the disguise of today?

We know we have.

There can be three different way of ‘seeing’ and accordingly ‘living’. One can live with the past in the past. (We shouldn’t forget that the so called future is nothing but projection of the past) which people live by living their yesterdays every day, the effect of which Nayanika eloquently presents in the following words:

‘We dance like puppets to the inaudible
Humming tones sung by the ghost within
Us and with a blind aging mind we start
Dwelling in possibilities with couths.’

The other way is living in the present with the past. This is a better state than the first with some possibility of living, walking out of the dream some day.
The third is living in the present in the present recalling past when needed.

There’s another pathetic human state Nayanika draws attention to with her poetic lines:

“The more we ask “what now?”, the only
Reply it gives “Hold on, if only”. And then
Again we become victims to the
Silent conspiracies of the clocks as
We wait for a star to fall ….”

We are all so used to waiting for the next. If human history has to be depicted in one word that word would be in ‘waiting’. Waiting for what? No miracles can take place tomorrow because no miracles happened yesterday. Yet, we are all so used to ‘next… (the projection of yesterday) which if arrives doesn’t find us because we have moved away in the next. Strange!

At times, I walk my house as my departed father wondering like me- can he identify with this house as ‘my house’? At times, I walk my house after my death, aloof and indifferent, without a thought or feeling. Nayanika went into old age, in her hallucination or as she terms:

‘I just traveled
Through the furrowed copious vacuum
Of clairvoyance created in my mind.’

And experienced the ‘kinesics with my distant aged self.’.

Well, one experiences rather ‘knows’ in the sensing rather than in the interpretations in words which can hardly speak. Yet, Nayanika has succeeded in giving words to her ‘seeing’ with clarity but in a very subtle way.

Nayanika Dey

Thanks a lot Sir, for your detailed review as always. I meant No Thanks. I like the way you read beyond and across each word and every line and perceive even the mental state of the writers. Thank You! No Thanks to you be precise.

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“Know Thyself” – Inscribed in the Temple at Delphi

The chronicles of the Lone Sheep explore the processes of deep self inquiry with the intention of transcending the human condition of psychological suffering. The Chronicle of a Lone Sheep is a family of creative Lone Sheep who contribute poetry, art, guest blogs and discussions as we accompany each other on the pathless path, struggling to undo the conditioning of the mind to realize the whole potential of LIFE in BEING.